"Who the fuck is considering throwing my daughter into a bathhouse?" A roar filled with Tyrant Might filled the air. However, the person who walked in wasn't a muscular man like Schwarzenegger, nor was he an aloof and otherworldly master like Ye Wen. Instead, it was a middle-aged man dressed in blue-collar work clothing, greatly resembling Mario from "Super Mario".
If he wasn't Hamer of Shunch Street, then who else could he be? Surprisingly, this crude guy had such a refreshing daughter, to the extent that even Basil Jaak considered convincing Hamer to get a paternity test done.
"Dad, it's this asshole. He's planning to throw me into a bathhouse," Irene direly pointed at the security manager as she spoke to Hamer.
Hamer's eyes narrowed into slits, and coldly asked the man, "Were you the one who just said that?"
